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kaguana
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Just a little something I wrote long ago and going thru my stuff I found it
Love of another time:
Can a love that exist thru
space and time,
without no boundary,
that is strong beyond
what mankind know
that stay forever
and never let go
can that love
truly be mine?
She exist
that I know,
but will I see her
will it come true
and the one I love
will come for me
that she will be real
here, and not thousand
miles apart?
That love not
meant to be,
not here
not now
not in this life
though it not easy
to understand
why it happen now
in this life?
Come what may
This love will
always be with me
I can feel it
this love meant
to stay forever
beyond this life
it a love of the soul
two souls as one.
Love of another time:
Can a love that exist thru
space and time,
without no boundary,
that is strong beyond
what mankind know
that stay forever
and never let go
can that love
truly be mine?
She exist
that I know,
but will I see her
will it come true
and the one I love
will come for me
that she will be real
here, and not thousand
miles apart?
That love not
meant to be,
not here
not now
not in this life
though it not easy
to understand
why it happen now
in this life?
Come what may
This love will
always be with me
I can feel it
this love meant
to stay forever
beyond this life
it a love of the soul
two souls as one.
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Alone I'm walking
no one at my side
just the shadows
of the past
my companion
they are,
At the darkest
of night whispering
secrets past
tormenting me
with there lies
not giving me
peace of mind.
to the light
and calmness
I'm trying
to reach
tho easy it not
hope will
carry me
through.
My poetry is actually illegal here so I won't go there. . .
So you might say I've written a lot of poetry for Baldur's Gate. However, if you mean something a little bit off-topic, here's an older piece of mine I still like:
The Moon is beautiful tonight
and as I bathed in china light
I likened it to you and I,
far glimpsing from across the sky.
The Firmament that can't be breached,
unmeasured Heaven's starry reach
is far off from my frosty sigh,
as pale and tattered clouds drift by.
Thus cloaked, the Moon with silver tress
will nestle in subconsciousness
as old Orion stood his guard
white light in bittersweetness scarred.
And you, the Moon, traverse my dreams
and call to me with distant beams
but only as the Moon I see
and not the celestial body.
So far the Moon apart from me
the silver bay of light will free
each thought of your astronomy
the muse of my tumult'ous sea.
I love you Moon, who crowns the night
and shines so distantly, and bright
so set your sail and plan your flight:
the Moon is beautiful tonight.
Hmmm... Only problem with some poetry, after a while you wonder if the poet sits on his thumb for fun while scritchin' some words out twith other...
So @kaguana , you have used a loose epic form, my effort now...
Arise!
Your wakeful sleep has endeth,
See now with deadened eyes,
Feel now with withered hands,
Hark and hear with hollowed skull,
Silence.
Behold!
The dry, darkened tomb,
Strewn with treasures,
Of golden life in glory,
Yea shall reap now only dust,
And time.
*pulls thumb out*
Another one of mine:
The world rotate round and round,
not resting even for a moment,
a thousand stories thrilling
about miracles and treasures,
but I don't see the beauty of the Earth,
only the darkness
silence and the stillness
are my company,
blindly I seek my way
tries to find the light
that will get me out
that will give me the power
to open up to the world
as the flower that
bloom to sunlight.
for the sake of our love -- I ask thou to do so
for the woman of thy dreams
Follow the duty must I -- forbidden our love is
for both sides of this war -- deviants are we
in this rough times
O soldier, hear my words -- follow this advice
seek for a place to hide -- from this situation
for the sake of our love
To war must I go now -- time for it has came
when finished this confrontation is -- up the North
our path will be
May your Gods give thou glory -- on the field
where the blood -- spilled will be
and the bodies dead will lay
So, i'm not a poet, i just love music, and a poem is partly about music too. Also my english is far from perfect, so my works are mostly just jokes with bad rhymes.
I write some less funny songs on my native language however. And my father had a poetical period when he was younger.
Here i share one of his work, translated by me:
The snow-white lamb: man will tomorrow slaughter,
From this it knows nothing that little critter
And, because from it's stew i also fare
wholly ingenuous i am neither.
Wild swans are sailing over land
on sturdy wings of homesickness.
The day eludes to night's recess
like scarlet-orange firebrand.
The night is cold,
darkness all around
but one light
that guide
me home,
that is
the moon
that shine above
she is almost
gone, hiding
in the dark
but I can see
the way
she shine
the way
back home
to the light,
the warm
and laughter
that await me
at the end,
the end of
the road
there I'll find
my home.
Headphones
Escape this reality with your headphones
Even if her name is carved into your bones
Don't forget to write this poem
Because that's the only thing you can do
When the only color you can see is blue
And this loneliness sticks to you like glue
But you try to pull away
Hoping to find a way
But you end up with noting to say
And your mind drifts to her
And your hearts about to commit murder
And everything is really just a blur
Because you can't sing her song
And you can't play a long
Because you know it's wrong.
Because she'll see through your lie
And won't even ask you why
She'll just say bye.
First you'll have to change
And you might think this is strange
but this silly goal is out of range.
Second cut the sin out of your life
But the only tool you have is a dull knife
No wonder she'll never be your wife.
Thirdly you have to have a pure soul
And in order for that you have to be whole
So you'll never reach your goal.
Next you have to knock at her door
Beg and grovel on the floor
Don't worry there's much more
Don't forget to give her a smile
So she could pretend to care for a while
Before she stomps you into the tiles.
She wants you to scream in pain
Your misery is her gain
So make sure you let the blood rain
And when she laughs
plead that you're her other half
And she'll point you to the correct path.
You'll only have three choices
Don't listen to your doubting voices.
Victory is yours so rejoice
The first path is a bottomless well
And it might just be hell
But at least you'll have her spell
And she might make a wish
Or she might think your a fish
Hey, if your lucky she'll take a piss
The second path is a locked cell
And it might just be hell
But you can never really tell
Because she'll lock you up and throw away the key
And she'll taunt you with things you could actually be
But she'll never let you free
The third path is a gun
And it may bring you closer to the sun
But it won't get this done
Because death isn't fun
Even if you have plenty of problems and no where to run
But she already knew she won
She softly pats your face
As she ties your hands with her pretty lace
And she drags you to that place
She throws you into that cell
And makes sure your still under her spell
And everything is going to be swell.
With her you can only feel alone
She smiles and tosses you your headphones
With a smile she welcomes you to your new home.
She's just a Friend
She's just a friend
The barrel touches your forehead again
So put your suffering to an end
I'm sorry that was a rather bad joke
And the punch line came and I choke
but in the economy of love I'm flat broke
And I'm about to declare rejection
And if I give you a suggestion
blame it on my lack of affection
First you have to rip open my chest
No heart? I'm just a shell that takes a breath
There's no humanity left
And I could possibly blame that on you
But what good will that do?
And this poem is a pile of poo
Because of one text you crushed my dreams
And as I stared at words on the screen
And I swear I'm the fiend
Second you have to take all these poems
And read them on your way home
Then you can break my bones
Because I feel like you just stab me with a knife
because you want to be someone else's wife
Now finish off my life
Because I'm sure I won't make it past May
And none of these games do I want to play
So lets just end it today
But you shake your head
And slap me for what I said
Do you remember the book with words written in red?
Do you want to go to hell?
Do you want to be well?
Why are you under this spell?
I just don't understand
Why can't you stand?
Why can't you be a man?
But I try.
I use to be able to fly
But I don't want to lie
Because I can't take it anymore
I'm not as strong as I was before
And I can't get off the floor
Because what hurt, hurts
Depression makes you feel like dirt
But I want a cute girl with a clean skirt
But maybe I don't deserve that
Maybe it's because I'm too fat
Or I can never wear the right hat.
Finally, I won't tell you any of this
Because it's not worth the risk
I can smile because I swung and I miss
And never even had a chance
In this economy of romance
But I know all about my stance
I'm just a friend
There's nothing to defend
So this poem will end.
A troll did up and lumber,
The creaking stairs,
Teeth a scrubb'd,
Face a grubb'd,
Pyjamas on.
Head a bedded,
Duvet a wedded,
Onto troll,
Morning light,
Sweet delight,
Troll gone!
New,
Day,
Run.
Animated Porn
They say you should only look at one naked girl in your life
But what happens when you know you'll never find a wife?
Are you willing to pay that kind of price?
I'm trying to live a life reborn
But I find that my heart has been torn
I guess I'll watch some animated porn
Because even if I found a girl to do
I would never because I'm in love with you
I wonder if you think thats statements true?
I can't even flirt with anyone
Because my heart already belongs to someone
And she's busy playing in the sun
And I'm going through life without a soul
Chasing someone who can make me whole
But at least one of our lives is beautiful
You're out there on the west coast
Everything you do makes you boast
Let me raise a glass for toast.
But their won't be any beer
Because Alcohol and I can't be near
Unless I want to end up in tears
Because unless I'm dry
You'll only say goodbye
There's four left of six in the fridge, but thats a lie
So I save your picture on my phone
Maybe I'll even write a poem
Just to tell you I'm feeling like I'm all alone
Until then I'll just watch some animated porn
And try not to look at myself with scorn
Because you Ms. Wright make me wish I could be reborn
I wrote my first poem in about 2005, and it got out of hand. Now I write constantly, poetry and prose mostly. I'm looking into compiling my better works for publication. I've got 2 writing blogs that are starting to get a following so, yay!
Here's a recent prose piece I kind of like.
I grabbed her hand and spun her like a dancer to throw myself between her and the creature of nightmares on pain pills and absynthe that stormed toward where she stood shaking.
I touched the tender bruises humming sweet songs I hoped would heal but could never quite take the edge off.
I threw myself between her and the creature and I roared like a lion and sent it running. I am the love of ages and the fearlessness of the wilds. I remember this and tell myself that I am not fragile.
Good luck on publication I know you will be a success
Now that the exam is over :
It a lovely day
the sky are blue
and the sun is shining
the flower
all smiling
the wind
is soft and caress
and I can
relax and rest
no more
black cloud
in the sky
for me
no more darkness
that not
let me find my way
the light is bright
and I can see
the path
at last
it all so clear
and there is
beauty all around
that I can
enjoy and relax.
Be Alert.
She's afraid to go to her fridge
So she has her weetbix dry, her coffee black
No veggies in this girl's diet
The moulder in the bottom try
As she can't bear to face the blemish
On the gleaming white facade
An innocuous looking magnet
That accuses her wherever she goes.
She knows she should be alert
But she's alarmed as well
And bloody anxious to boot.
He's started shopping online
Since the scare in Safeway:
A cantaloupe in a plastic bag
Smashed by security.
He can't go to classes
Without his backpack being turned out
And ransacked
A new book destroyed every day
As they search for coded messages
In invisible ink
A ready supply of lemons
And UV torches at hand.
Every time he catches the train home
The entire timetable is thrown out
While the bomb squad search every carraige
And the dogs held so tightly
In armoured gloved hands
Snarl and bare their teeth.
The mailman won't deliver
To their house any more
Claimed he kept having nightmares
Of letterbombs and anthrax
And the neighbours
Seem to have dug themselves in
Twenty foot fences
Razor wire
And guard dog signs
Nuclear bunker builders
Are doing a roaring trade.
So together they huddle
In their constantly watched home
Trying to ignore the sounds
Of regular jet fighter patrols
And the beeping tracking of satellite drones
Overhead
And she sighs and asks him
Why did we ever say we were Muslims
On that bloody Census?